AspenRosewood

United States

Hey :)

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I have crazy thoughts and a crazy mind. My thoughts run wild, so I turn to poetry. Poetry gives me a release. I express myself through it, and can twist old into new. Words resonate with me in a unique way, and I'm grateful for it. Poetry is an art I have forever needed, and have finally discovered.

Red

July 27, 2020

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Red.
Red as the deep, consuming, burning, anger.
Red as cherries, picked straight from the tree.
Red as cold cheeks on a frosty winter day.
Red as rare roses, secretly picked from charming gardens.
Red as the vivid sunsets that cross the sky.
Red as a rich women's lips at a party.
Red as the blazing fire inside of me.
Red as a sly foxes coat, streaking through the trees.
Red as the deep scarlet wine, coveted by men all over.
Red as crimson blood, dripping from slits.
Red as red.

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  • anemoia (#words)

    oooohhh how am i only now seeing this? what imagery and creativity you have!


    6 months ago